Bad things happen to good people.
Anyone who makes people think for themselves is very dangerous.
A hundred thousand years ago there were people who stayed by the campfire and people who wandered. I’m pretty sure I’m a direct descendent of the wandering type. It’s just who I am.[to Roscoe]
A department like yours can go so good or so bad. You know what makes the difference? The people.[to Mark]
Your killing people doesn’t make you a monster, Sara, but having the chance to avenge your family and not taking it… hat does.
You’re in the FBI, Alex. You’ll never trust anyone again. But you can stop believing that every dishonest thing that someone does is their true self. Some people are simply good.
You want to be a hero. And Gotham doesn’t need heroes. It needs people who will do what is necessary.[to Jim]
You things are not gods, by the way. You’re made by people. People who need answers and they’re too f***ing lazy to look for them themselves.[to Mad Sweeney]
You know what I like about people? They stack so well.
You know people. You know them for years. And then, suddenly, they’re like strangers in your kitchen. Familiar can turn foreign on a dime.
Why people in this world hate what is not them. Why they fear all they don’t know. Why they hate themselves most of all. For being weak. For being old. For being everything altogether that is not God-like.
Who knows why people in history did good things? For all we know Jesus was trying to get the loaves and fishes account.
